The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: The Mysterious Voice

[I truly thought this marriage would end in heartbreak,] he admitted silently. [That the Moon Goddess would give me pain instead of love.]

[But now I realize the Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake when she told me that Primrose is my mate.]

Primrose, however, honestly doubted that.

Deep down, she still believed the Moon Goddess had made a mistake by choosing her to be Edmund’s mate.

No matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise, the doubt always came back, and honestly, it still made more sense that way.

She was just a human. Edmund was the strongest Lycan alive.

Anyone who heard that the Moon Goddess had paired them would probably laugh and think it was a joke.

It didn’t feel like a blessing at all.

If anything, it felt like a curse.

Primrose didn’t believe she had been given to Edmund as a gift, but she believed she had been placed in his life to bring him more pain.

He had already watched her die once in their first life, and now, there was a real chance he would have to go through that heartbreak all over again.

The reason for her death might be different this time, but the pain Edmund would feel would still be just as deep, maybe even worse than the last time.

Once someone has tasted the sweetness of sugar, it’s even harder to swallow something bitter.

Edmund had felt Primrose’s love, and if it lasted long enough, losing it would break him. Maybe even more than it did in their first life.

At least back then, Primrose had barely been part of his life. They had known each other existed, but they barely saw one another.

But this life was different.

In this life, they saw each other often, so much so that Primrose felt uneasy whenever she hadn’t seen Edmund’s face by noon.

Just the thought of him waking up one day, reaching across the bed for her, and finding nothing but emptiness ...

Just the thought of him calling her name, only to remember she’d already been buried six feet under ...

It made her chest ache in a way words couldn’t describe.

She clenched her fists, blaming the Moon Goddess even more because she was giving Edmund someone so fragile, someone so breakable, someone like her.

Why would she ever deserve someone like him?

She was a spoiled daughter of a Duke, someone who had slept on soft mattresses since birth and been showered in diamonds.

Edmund, on the other hand, had survived a life full of scars and battles.

Didn’t he deserve someone who could truly understand his pain? Someone who had walked through the same kind of darkness?

Sure, Primrose could sympathize, but at the end of the day, she would never fully understand the kind of agony Edmund had lived through.

[He has witnessed too much suffering and pain throughout his life, and amidst all of that, he doesn’t need someone who shares his wounds ...]

[He needs someone who can teach him how to love in a gentle way.]

Primrose’s eyes widened.

That voice again!

[My sweet child, you are the embodiment of the love his wounded soul has always needed.]

[Because in the middle of his pain, he needs someone who can teach him how to love.]

[He needs someone who was born from pure love, so that he can believe he is worthy of being loved in return.]

Instead of answering her question, the voice spoke again. [You are not here to understand his pain,] the voice whispered. [You are here to heal it.]

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